Humiliation & Groups 22

Akasha Ronkay spins five distinct tales of erotica from the ice hockey rink, starting with two musings about the incredibly intoxicating lure of the “penalty box,” followed by three short stories about the bad boys of the league earning punishment in the form of bondage and discipline from seductive dominant women who shoot to score.

Once I had him naked and kneeling, I had him put clothespins on his nipples, and then his cock and balls. This time, he seemed to have access to things like that, and it was a nice change. Listening to him inhale sharply with each pain was heaven.

He resisted for a second and she dug her boot heel into his back. Such ruthless, cruel treatment, so sudden, I observed, but so appropriately hot. Stephen obeyed, leaning forward and lifting his head, dropping it forward into the bowl, almost graciously, splashing about to drink.

My warm thighs wrapped snugly around his head will comfort him. When I locked him into it, into the pussy collar for it, he will be pushed tightly into my sex, locked there, left there. And I will recline, comfortable, while he nibbles at me like a good horse, until I cum, cum all over his face and grind my crotch so firmly against his face that he cannot breathe.

Soon, she was stuffing her wet, used panties into his pockets with notes that instructed him to worship, masturbate with (Sometimes not even to climax, but just to the edge), then return them, cleaned efficiently with the use of his tongue only. She’d inspect them, one at a time, as he was on his knees in her dorm room waiting for her approval.

“You see,” she explained to Tyler casually one afternoon when he was pleading his case to be allowed to worship her pussy, “My ass is something that is more your speed. You have to work up to my pussy. No dumb jock gets to eat me out just because he’s hard. You can eat my ass, and when I am good and ready, then you will be worshipping my pussy. And not a moment sooner. So chow down!”

ON MY MIND

Good morning, my slut. I hope you’re having a nice day so far. How does that pink thong feel? Is it riding up the crack of your ass? Is the bra getting too uncomfortable already? Is your ass sore from the strap on surprise I gave you this morning? I’ve got a big day planned […]

I can also make you turn around, once my cock is dripping with your spit, and I can mount you from behind as I leisurely play with the controls. Which sensation will be most distracting and painful to you? Will it be the pounding of my too-big cock in your very, very tight and sensitive asshole – or will it be the cranking and closing of those plates over your crushed balls?

It feels wonderful to be miserable. It feels very alive. To feel desire -- relentless desire -- for something I cannot even predict. I just know I want a man. A new man. I want a new taste. I want to identify, pursue, seduce, and conquer someone who walks this planet at this very moment without the faintest idea how his life will change.

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Soon, she was stuffing her wet, used panties into his pockets with notes that instructed him to worship, masturbate with (Sometimes not even to climax, but just to the edge), then return them, cleaned efficiently with the use of his tongue only. She’d inspect them, one at a time, as he was on his knees in her dorm room waiting for her approval.

I dream of restraining you, making you sweat like that but for me, seeing that pain in your eyes for real. I dream of you on the floor at my feet for another purpose, my little angel of misery. To see my boots up close. And in case you have wondered, that's why I conveniently shove them under your nose when you kneel with your head down on the dance floor. I smile, and I think, get used to it.

CraigsList Whore Good morning my corporate slut, I wanted to be sure that we’d have a very, very interesting weekend, so I started planning by spending a little time on Craigslist. Boy, has that site grown. You would not believe the kinds of things you can find and advertise for on there. I don’t want […]

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You will start by kissing the tips of my boots one at a time, and by then I know your cock will be straining in the metal cage. You are to pull down your panties so I can see and I may put the heel of my boot over your heavy, aching balls.